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Intro: Am Em G Am (a couple of times
Am Em
If I could crawl inside of you
G Am
I'm laughing with a broken face
Am Em
I stumble across my self esteem
G Am
But to picture the pleasure is making me want my space
C (?)
Understand ...
C Am
that God wrapped like a bow
C (?)
But in my head ...
C
There's some shelves that need cleaning from basement to ceiling
Am
control
Verse 2: (same Am - Em - G - Am)
If what you're seeing is an open book
that's great well I'm an open book, but i'm real shy.
There's a part of me seeking and desperately needing to open up.
That's strange 'cause i'm an open book, a confused boy.
CHORUS: (Am - Em - G - Am again.)
Am
I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people
Em
my heart while in it's cage, is used to giving and not recieve a thing
G
but the only funny thing, is that i don't know how to give myself
Am
Advice.
Am
I've got this post traumatic thing I've got this tatoo of a ring that lies
Em
Around my wedding finger, that's where I'd like to state this claim
G
that i gotta learn to live and dream before I go and get myself
Am
In love
C
In love ... before, before, before I go and get myself
Am
in love.
VERSE 3: (Am-Em-G-Am)
Am
There's Zoloft, Wellbutrin, there's Paxil that's groovin'
Em
no side effects.
G
But the rest left unnamed 'cause they worked like a charm
Am
on me.
Am
but when your savings is drying you can't stop from crying
Em
You gotta suck it up.
G
you're not her buttercup, you'r not her
Am
Favorite book.
CHORUS
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